“Are you sure? Because I’m probably going to take you up on your offer. I was actually thinking about staying at a hotel tonight. I just don’t think I’ll be able to get any sleep if I stay at my own house.”
“Absolutely. We’ll stop by your house to pick up your dog and whatever else you need before we go to the clubhouse.”
Daphne rattled off her address so I could enter it into the GPS. When the map popped up on the screen, I recognized the area immediately. “You live right down the street from Byte.”
“Byte,” she repeated. “He was with you the day I showed Irene the restaurant, right?”
“Yes. He’s the one she introduced as her son.”
“Right. The guy with the crutches. How’s he doing?”
“Great. All healed up.”
“That’s good to hear,” she said and grimaced.
“Are you okay?”
She exhaled slowly and braced one arm across her stomach. “I guess the pain medicine they gave me is wearing off. My side is starting to hurt.”
“Did they give you something to take at home?”
“Yeah. They sent it to the pharmacy on the corner of West Georgia Road.”
“We’ll go pick it up first.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” I assured her.
Fifteen minutes later, Ink pulled up to the drive-thru window at the pharmacy. “Hello. I need to pick up a prescription for Daphne Clark.”
“We just got it like five minutes ago. It’s not ready yet,” the girl said.
Before I could say anything, Ink flashed her a smile and leaned closer to the window. “You see my buddy’s girl in the back seat? She was brutally attacked this morning by a would-be thief. She was able to fight him off, but she got pretty banged up in the process. We just picked her up from the hospital, and she’s in a lot of pain. Is there any way you could fill her prescription so we can get her home? It would mean a lot.”
The girl glanced at Daphne, then back to Ink. “Of course. Give me just a few minutes to get this ready for you.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said.
“Oh, you’re good,” Daphne said.
“I have no problem flirting for a good cause.”
“It’s very much appreciated.”
Five minutes later, we were on our way to Daphne’s house with her prescription in tow.
“Here you go,” I said and handed the bag to her.
She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of pills, as well as a piece of paper. After looking at it, she shook her head and held it out for me. “I think this is for Ink.”
I took the paper, looked at it, and laughed. “The pharmacy girl gave you her phone number.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“Did you see her? She’s way too young for me. Plus, she was wearing a pink sweater and had a bow in her hair. That kind of outfit clashes with my tattoos.”